The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1887-06-30
NOBODY CARES.

Our readers who ale familiar with the
history OF Jerry McAuley S Mission in New
York City and its peculiar class OF work,
will be interested in this heart-cry which
came to Mrs. McAuley through the mail
in a lady's delicate handwriting and SIM
ply signed "Alice.' Mrs. McAuley's life
is devoted to teaching the grand lesson
that there's
For earth lovely anddt ISOLATE oneseyery where
And so it was not wonderful that to her
this heart-plaint came.
I've toiled with my hands till the long DAY Is
done,
But there's nobody glad for the bread have
won;
Nobody smiles when reach my lone ROOM
Nobody whispers, I'm glad you have come!
Nobody fingers with tenderest care
To brush bach the locks of my damp clustering
hair;
No one, with accents SO loving, will say
Darling, you're weary enough for to-day;
Tboueh nv should is bowed by the burden 1t
bears,
AndIam so weary-thers "nobody cares.
Father and mother are cold in the tomb
with brother or sister for there's no room
Chill death seems my only attendant to BE-
For slower and friend hath he put far from me-
The broad streets are full OF the young anu 'he
gay.
Who notice me not as pass on my way
see the bright smiles and their kind loving
eyes,
Itear their fond we leone, their tende" good
But nobody asks how the poor toiler fares
O. 1 am SO lonely but-"nobody cares" t5 NJ
Thus lonely and sorrowing, day after day.
Imust walk as | can on my desolate way
Unjust seek evermore for my pittance of bread;
Tonuture the life where all pleasure lies deau
No brighthope is budding in beauty for me-
No light on the shores of the future see;
But soon shall rest, for my work will be done'
A,offin and shrOud be the need have won,
And they'll say when deaths pallor my sunk
en- cheek wears. r .etI
.poor thing! she is dead but "nobody cares.
n va who are happy in loves lighted homes.
Where the demon OF want or temptation ne CT
comes:
O. ye who have wealth, who nave nope can So"
The long DAYS of anguish the dark nights of woe
Which cling the lot of the friendless and poor :
Can YOU tell how they feel who must Toll lest
they die, SD
While the bloom from the cueeh anu 'iie -'e"'
from the eye q 5EEs
Fade out and they stumble, or are caught In
hesnares FE@EHN f8#sE
Which are waiting for those for whom no
body cares.
O. notice the pinched features you see,
Remember how cheerful those sad eyes mlght
be,
Ifonly the cost of the lace at your throat.
Or the ribsons and plumes which SO charm
ingly float
Ger your thoughtless young brow but was low
ingly sent
To brighten the homes where the sad hours are
And the few kindly words which you daily
might speak
Would bring back the roses TO many u cheeh
For oh, you know not how that being despa'rs
Who must sorrow alone-for whom "nopods
cares"
Oh. turn from the diamonds you're covetins
now,
And purchase the treasure more fair for you
brow;
Go raise up the soul that is laid in the dust.
Go bind up the heart which affection haiti
crushed;
For the stars shall not glisten more lovely b.
night
Than the Jewels which sparkle eternally brlgh
For her who despising the whispers ofpride,
Remembers the toiler SO lonely and tried.
Andsliehtens all Christ like, the burdens whicl
bear,
On the shoulders of one for whom "nobod